Five minutes later, poor Kyle returned with a tray full of some very expensive, premium drinks. Expensive enough that even I had to acknowledge the effort.
Well, credit where it's due. The man had committed to impressing the girl. Unfortunately for him, this girl in question was a demoness incarnate.
After relieving him of all the shots, whiskey, and cocktails, Juliana gave a subtle nod to the guards scattered around in disguise. It was a silent gesture asking them to take out the trash.
Right on cue, the guards quickly surrounded Kyle, providing him with polite but firm guidance toward the exit.
He struggled a little, first smiling nervously, then throwing a predictable tantrum and yelling, "You don't know who my father is!" or "You're messing with the wrong guy!"
Finally, my Shadow's latest victim disappeared into the crowd.
That… was a hard watch.
On the offside, the free drinks indeed tasted so much better!
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Juliana and I talked about all sorts of different things.
